in better days the sun was shining
skies gave laughter in the mood
but there's a danger always minding
me to search on for the truth

if i can't change the things at all
if i can't make them get to know
will they already understand?
or may i just forget to show them?

and in the end it will be my fault
but i don't think i'll regret
that i have tried to find my own way
although if i used to fail